Nothing But The Same Old Story lyrics

I was just about nineteen
When I landed on their shore
With my eyes big as headlights
Like the thousands and thousands who came before
I was going to be something . . .
Smiled at the man scrutinising my face
As I stepped down off the gangway

Came down to their city
Where I worked for many`s the year
Built a hundred houses
Must`ve pulled half a million pints of beer
Living under suspicion
Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes
You can see that you`re nothing but a murderer
In their eyes, we`re nothing but a bunch of murderers

Hey, Johnny, can`t wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst that`s raging . . .
Know a place where we can put that right
Wash away the confusion
Hose down this fire inside
But look out!
`Cause I`ll tear you into pieces if you cross me.

I`m sick of watching them break up
Every time some bird brain puts us down
Making jokes on the radio . . .
Guess it helps them all drown out the sound
Of the crumbling foundations
Any fool can see the writing on the wall
But they just don`t believe that its happening.

There`s a crowd says I`m alright
Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties
Like some dressed up monkey in a cage.
And I play my accordion
Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade
It`s nothing but the same old story
Nothing but the same old story

Got a brother in Boston
Says he`ll send me on the fare
Just wrote me a letter
Making out that he`s cleaning up out there
Two cars in the driveway.
Summer house way down on the Cape
And I know he`d fix me up in the morning

I`ve been thinking about it
But it seems so far to go
People say in the winter
you`d get lost underneath the snow
And there`s this girl from my home place
We`ve been planning to move back and give it a try
So I never got around to going
That`s why I never got around to going
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